Make Rain

If I were you
I’d go out there and make rain
I’d go out there and make rain
for me
The rob sings of many times
out in the woods his story life
he cries, he cries
once lost is hard to pretty bird
playin' bround the ground of a noble too
he asks she blood the. he see
when in hell of over trees
among old friends of Mary Feast
through grows and.
a ghost to take
the smiles, the jokes the.
so much sunshine too much sunshine
If I were you
I’d go out there and make rain
I’d go out there and make rain
for me
and if we are all the same
we’d go out there and make rain
we’d go out there and make rain
for you
If I were you
I’d go out there and make rain
I’d go out there and make rain
for you, for you,
for you
for you
for you